I too started running.
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Thursday, November 8, 2018

Cryptic Story

I got married a few months ago. My wife does house-work quite well and obeys whatever I tell her to do. Overall, she's a woman of fine-character.

We needed a decent house, so I bought an apartment. Initially, we were renting it; however, it seemed a better idea to buy it.

The apartment looks amazing from the outside--it elicits a high-class feeling. Our room had most of the furniture already present. As our room was on the top floor, the view from our window was splendid. On the top of everything, the apartment was cheap. Due to all these reasons I bought the apartment. My wife wasn't too pleased with my decision, but she agreed somehow.

A certain day, at around 11 in the night...

"Thud Thud Thud Thud Thud Thud Thud Thud---"
"Hahaha Hahaha---"

It seemed like a baby was running and laughing.

I didn't mind it much and went to sleep.

However, the noises didn't cease. Every night, I was disturbed by the annoying noises.

When I couldn't take it more I decided to complain to the tenants upstairs
"This is it. I'm going to tell them off!"

My wife, who had never opposed me, grabbed my arm and said in a weeping voice.
"Please...you must not do that..."

I decided to drop that idea.

To this day I'm grateful to my wife.
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Friday, August 17, 2018

Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)

Ghost Story

Long time no see.

This time I'll narrate you the creepy experience of my friend A(a woman in her twenties).

A had recently joined a company. The company was somewhat distant from her house and therefore she used trains to commute to her work daily. The train station was about at a 10-minute walking distance from her house and had a rail-road crossing in-between.

That day, her company had a drinking party. She returned to home from work and headed to the party place after changing her clothes.

She had lots of fun drinking with her co-workers. When the party was over, she headed to Karaoke with her close friends. In the midst of all the fun, she completely lost track of time and it was already the time for the last train. Not wanting to miss the train, she took her leave and hurried towards the train station. Fortunately, she was able to reach there just in time and board the train.

The thick darkness outside the train was a sign that it was already past the midnight.

She got down at the station near her home.

As she was walking on the platform, she got struck with this really deep uneasy feeling. At the very end of the platform, she saw a white figure. However, she was drunk so she blamed it on that and headed to her house.

While walking on the pathway to her house, she got a feeling of being followed by something. She figured it might be the white figure from before.

Hastily, she reached the rail-road crossing. The alarm was beeping--a sign of oncoming train. Not wanting to get stuck with the white thing from before, she hurriedly crossed the rail-road crossing before the gate could close.

She looked back. The white figure was standing behind the closed gate of the crossing. When she realized the abomination that was following her for so long, she got goosebumps on her whole body.
The figure looked like a woman in white clothes. The face, however, was totally covered by her black hair. Although it seemed like the figure was standing, it was totally in an unnatural way. The whole of her lower body was transparent.

The oncoming train blocked the view for a few moments. When the train was gone, so was the white figure.

My friend ran towards her house.

It's been a long time since that incident and A has not encountered that white thing again. She even searched about any accidents that might have happened there but she couldn't find any.

Whatever it was will remain a mystery, that's for sure.
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Friday, April 20, 2018

Cryptic Story

My papa is a very kind man. He takes good care of me. He is very good at cooking. He is always complimenting by saying things like cute and such.

I love him very much. However, sometimes when he looks at me, he makes a sad face and says "too thin." I get sad.

On the other side of the door, a lot of monsters live. I refrain from going there. I listen to music every day and stare at the dolls my papa makes.

My papa is a doll-maker. He has a cold box that has a lot of dolls inside it.

One, two, three, four, five,... six dolls I lined up.

Their faces a little bigger than mine, the hair a little longer.

My dad's favorite doll is the one with long black hair and a white face.

He yells "Nakajima-san" when he takes her out of the cold box.

I don't like Nakajima-san, however. My favorite doll is the one with brown hair and small eyes.
I get strange feeling whenever I look at her. My papa said I resemble that doll. Maybe, that's why I like her.

Papa loves Nakajima-san, so I threw her on the other side of the door, at the monsters. She was soon boiled by them.

Now, papa has no choice but to love me.

After throwing Nakajima-san, I could hear creepy voices from the other side. There are really a lot of monsters on the other side.

Papa won't be mad at me. I'm sure he'll still say cute to me.

What would I get for today's dinner? I hope it's some tasty meat.
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Monday, March 12, 2018

Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)

Short Story

I have a special skill of foresight. This skill, however, is not as good as it sounds. If anything, I consider it more of a curse than a skill.

Imagine enjoying a peaceful day and suddenly you get a horrible premonition of the demise of your loved one. Sounds more like a curse than a blessing!

The premonition of my mother's death precluded me from shedding tears when it actually happened.
When my friend passed away in an accident, I couldn't cry as I already knew about it due to this curse.

Today, at school, it was announced that we are going to Hawaii for the school trip.

We reach the airport. The roll-call starts. Suddenly, I start seeing images in my head. It's the premonition. It is the premonition of a bomb going off in the airplane we are about to board. It all feels like a movie. I can even feel the blast on my body.

I hear faint voices in the background. I snap out of my premonition. The roll-calls are going on.

Thank god. We still haven't boarded. I need to alert the teachers. But are they going to believe me?
What should I do?

The roll-calls come to an end. The teachers start giving boarding direction to the students.

Me: "Sensei, can't we change the boarding time?"

They paid no heed to me.

This is bad. Need to do something. At this rate, they are going to board the plane. What should I do?

I make something up. I lie to the teachers about my father collapsing.

"It's an emergency! I need to go to my father. He's in trouble!"

The teachers allow me to stay behind.

All, except me, board the plane. They wave their hands at me to say goodbye.

"Goodbye everyone..."
I know what will happen to the plane.

The plane accelerates and takes off.

"Farewell..."

...
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"Dad, I saw the news on TV. There was a terrorist bomb attack in the airport. Is big-brother going to be okay?"
"Don't worry! The attack happened after the plane's take off. Your brother must be safe on the plane. Look forward to the souvenirs."
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